okay. i think that me and my girls (you know who you are) should do this. i mean, of course it's too late to officially sign up, but that's not what i'm talking about. i'm talking about writing fifty thousand or more crappy or beautiful words in one month. BECAUSE. WE. CAN. THAT'S what i'm talking about. whaddya think?

i rilly rilly need a digital camera. twould make my life better.

i rilly rilly need electrolysis on my chin. seriously. i'm half-sicilian, okay, but i have like forty wiry black eyebrowesque hairs poking out o' my chin and neck. glamorous, i know. and the worst part is, i own at least five pairs of tweezers but i lost them all, somehow, and i am forced to shave, yes, SHAVE my chin hair.

"but it'll grow back thicker!"

"but more will come in!"

oh, shut up. if that's true, so be it. i still don't think it is. i really don't believe any of those myths about shaving. i mean, come on. are you trying to tell me that if i had never shaved my legs in the first place i'd have like no hair there or what?

plucking is the ideal method of removal, though. because then it takes a lot longer to grow back.

GOD, am i INTERESTING today. yes, folks, next i'll probably be ranting about like butterscotch krimpets* or something equally inane. you have my permission to ignore me completely today, okay? okay.


*i don't even like butterscotch krimpets, or butterscotch in general, for that matter. i don't even think i like scotch. i think i'm kind of dozey and irrational and ill right now, so you'll excuse me, right?

okay, i like this one better.

blah, i so need to fix my template. this is driving me nuts. and furthermore i hate being the kid who writes entries about how much my template sucks. blah.

white girl rap

i sing for dionysos
a maenad in crisis
watch me flow free
and see my victims flee
the omnipotent karma –
it’s not about drama

sisters with the serpent flair
and the wild hair
drop libations in the woods and –
leave the virgins there

tie her to the wood!
yeah, it’s all good
knight in shining armor
will come like we knew he would

frenzied, mad, fantastic, bad
sicker than your momma
when you find out she’s your dad

but spiritual
like for real ill
let my myth go
to let you know
the agony the ecstasy
at the end of the rainbow

so don’t be a hater
or i won’t see you later
tear you limb from limb
feed you to alligators

cut copy paste
in your face
you deny annhilate
the true valhalla state

i’m slammin doors
yes I mix metaphors
jammin with my beasts
on the pinecone dancefloor

exactly one year ago yesterday i was in the hospital. woo. i can't believe i was so miserable i missed hallowe'en. it's weird, though, thinking that it was already a year ago. have i really done that much? i do feel better. i have had a mess of jobs.

can you tell i'm not feeling terribly reflective today? it's hard to feel reflective when every time you move there's a big pukey feeling in your tummy.

i guess the difference is this: i'm not as frantically obsessed with the moment as i was then. everything isn't the end of the world. i am not so scared. i am also not so naive, so hopeful.

i realize i've reverted, on the outside and maybe even on the inside, to a lot of my old cynical ways. but i am a big sappy dork at heart, still. i still have more faith than i show. i just show it less.

HAPPY HALLOWE'EN!

i know this doesn't look pretty or very me yet. but i have to get used to this blogger thing, okay? in fact, some day i want to steal bess and get her to basically teach me everything she knows, in the fashion o' yoda.

but i'll pretend for now that everything is hunky-dory.

i have been feeling hella pukey sick for the past couple of days. it sucks. i hate HATE HATE being on the rag. the one good thing about this is that i literally slept from 6:30 pm last night to 7 am this morning. oh my god, yes, I WOKE UP AT 7 AM.

i wanna tell you how it's gonna be,
you're gonna give your love to me
i wanna love you night and day,
you know my love not fade away.

you know my love not fade away, not fade away!

my love is bigger than a cadillac
i try to show you but you drive me back,
your love for me has got to be real,
you're gonna know just how I feel.

our love is real, not fade away,
not fade away!